Losing His "Horse"-The White Dragon Soars over Eagle Sorrow Ravine

"Are you trying to kill me?"

The pig-slaughtering shrieks Shun Lie let out in the Comprehensive Kitchen couldn't be contained even by the soundproof walls. The staff responsible for running the kitchen were used to these sudden outbursts. Calmly, they loaded the designated ingredients onto carts and delivered them to the appropriate kitchens.

Inside the kitchen, Shun Lie stared at the black, sesame-sprinkled balls before him, his face so ashen it defied description. Seeing him like that, Sun Xingzhe immediately tried to smooth things over.

"Don't get so worked up. Maybe they just look ugly, but taste pretty good?"

"Why don't you try one, then?" Shun Lie was a consummate professional when it came to cooking, and he didn't even spare Sun Xingzhe any courtesy. He simply handed him the plate.

Sun Xingzhe wasn't picky. He picked one up and popped it into his mouth, ready to say, "This isn't bad," but his face darkened. A moment later, he began coughing theatrically.

"Get it now? There's nothing wrong with a steamed bun that's been baked black, as long as it hasn't turned to charcoal. But sesame is a whole different story when you put it directly over a flame. It takes a lot to get it right. Even if it looks fine on the outside, once it's in your mouth, it's a completely different matter! This kid saw someone make sesame rice balls well and decided to copy them, but there are three points in the process alone that could be called secret techniques. And the problem isn't that he failed to copy them—it's that he didn't notice a single one!"

Shun Lie dismissed the sesame milk-flavored buns as utterly worthless. Chen Shanzang showed no reaction. It wasn't that he had a good temper; he'd simply grown numb to the